C'è una strada che non ho mai percorso e la riconosco lo stesso Non è nata dove sono nato io Forse è per questo che la sento mia.... Boots worn thin on a road with no sign Left my name at the county line Grandfather's map don't match the land An old tongue riding on the wind I don't know the words but I know the sound Something older keeps pulling me down Take me where the dust remembers Every step before my own Čhaŋkú road, I'm not a stranger Just a man who's finally home Sundown paints the grass blood-red Every mile's a thing unsaid Found a fire ring, cold twelve years Still it warms me sitting here I don't know the words but I know the sound Something older keeps pulling me down Take me where the dust remembers Every step before my own Čhaŋkú road, I'm not a stranger Just a man who's finally home Čhaŋkú... Wičháȟpi... Čhaŋkú… Wičháȟpi... Čhaŋkú… Wičháȟpi... [Guitar Solo] Take me where the dust remembers Every step before my own Čhaŋkú road, I'm not a stranger Just a man who's finally home Forse non sono mai partito Forse sto solo tornando © 2026 — Original Composition – LC7arts
